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ミ★ {Can I get a Hug?}... ft: S. Gojo

⇢Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Gn!Reader ⇢Tags: Fluff & A little hint of angst ⇢Author's Note: I've recently gotten back into writing and wanted to take my hand at writing for tumblr, so this is my attempt at that lol. ⇢Word Count:1.1k ˜”*°•.˜”*°• ★ •°*”˜.•°*”˜

The night began like any other for you. After arriving home to your shared apartment, you started your usual post-work routine- cooking, cleaning and of course exchanging the occasional text with your boyfriend about whether he’d make it home on time. Unfortunately, tonight was one of those nights he would not. But you didn't mind, you knew how important Satoru’s job was. After all, his work was crucial—he was saving the world from curses. Though with that in mind, you carried on, sending a quick yet slightly sad text back saying ‘okay’ and that you loved him, before setting a plate for him to the side

Time seemed to drag after that brief exchange with your goofy sorcerer boyfriend, but you pushed through. With dinner eaten, the apartment spotless, and everything prepared for tomorrow, you found yourself in a rare moment of stillness. You glanced at the clock on the wall, noting the time before deciding to settle down on the couch with a book and wait up for him. But you hadn’t accounted for the unpredictable nature of his work. Just 30 minutes into your reading, you found yourself dozing off.

You had only intended to close your eyes for a few minutes, but when you opened them, you found yourself in complete darkness. Noticing the sudden change in lighting, you guessed Satoru was probably home by now. Slowly rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you sat up on the couch with a yawn. Your vision now adjusted, you couldn’t help but jump back in slight terror—there he was, sitting on the floor, just staring at you with his cerulean, blue eyes.

“Satoru?...” you called out, but there was no response. You tried again, with the same result. “How long have you been sitting here, love?” you asked, your eyes scanning his disheveled form before glancing at the clock. Still, no response. You knew that sometimes the cases he dealt with were hard, but you’ve never seen him like this before. Growing concerned, you slowly got off the couch, moving carefully so as not to startle him, and began to approach him.

But before you could speak, he tilted his head and looked up at you. “Can I get a hug?” he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of vulnerability and sadness. He sat there, arms slightly extended, his eyes searching yours for a sign of acceptance and warmth. The atmosphere thickened with unspoken emotions, the simple request carrying a semi-unsettling weight on your heart. Unsure of the reason behind this sudden shift, you give in anyway, wrapping your arms around him tightly as he pulls you closer to his chest. 

You decide not to speak at first, not wanting to disrupt the calming atmosphere, but the rapid beating of his heart and the sound of his uneven breaths weigh heavily on your mind. Gently, you begin to stroke the vibrant white locks atop his head, hoping to soothe him. Gradually, you begin to notice the change—his heart slows, and his breathing steadies. Sensing this is your moment, you approach carefully. “Toru…” you coo softly, pulling away slightly to take his face into your hands. He hums in response, eyes closed as if he's trying to avoid you. “...Do you want to talk about it?” you ask softly, your eyes tracing his features. Even in distress, he looks beautiful, you muse to yourself as you wait for his response. But as the silence stretches on, you take it as his answer. Not wanting to push him any further tonight, you start to get up, intending to help him through his nightly routine, before just getting in bed and cuddling. Though just as you reach your full height, Satoru quickly grabs your hand. “...The case today,” he mumbles. “Hm?” you ask, glancing down at him. “The case today,” he repeats, a bit louder this time. “What about it?” you ask curiously, slowly lowering yourself back down. “They really got to me today…” he swallows before continuing, “The curse... it got in my head.” “Got in your head how?” you ask softly, trying to mask the nervousness in your voice. “It used you to throw me off… but it felt so real,” Satoru adds almost blankly, his gaze fixed on your thighs. “Toru… talk to me,” you murmur gently, placing your hand on his cheek in a final attempt to remind him that you’re real & right in front of him. Your heart aching as you watch the usual confidence in your boyfriend’s eyes give way to something softer, almost fragile. "You were so mean..." he mumbles clear enough for you to hear, "kept saying it was all a joke, and how you could never love a fucked monster like me," he continued, his voice trembling. "Said you were going to leave... I-I don’t want you to leave, y/n." He adds, his voice breaking in the process, 'I’ll do better! I promise! I love you… please, just don’t leave… please." he pleads, leaving you to sit in stunned silence as tears well up in your eyes. 'Oh, Toru...' you whisper softly, before encasing yourself around him once more.

You hold him tightly, feeling the weight of his fears and the depth of his vulnerability. The room is quiet except for the sound of his uneven breathing, gradually calming as he buries his face into your shoulder. "I'm not going anywhere, Toru," you whisper, your voice steady despite the tears that threaten to spill over. "I love you, and nothing will change that." His grip on you tightens as if he's trying to anchor himself in your presence. Slowly, you feel the tension in his body begin to ease. You gently stroke his hair, offering him the comfort he so desperately needs. 

"Let's get some rest," you suggest softly, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes, still filled with a lingering sadness but softened by your words. He nods, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Together, you help him up, guiding him through the familiar motions of your nightly routine. As you finally crawl into bed, he pulls you close, holding you as if he's afraid to let go. And there, in the quiet of the night, you both find solace in each other's arms, knowing that no matter what, you're in this together.